Yet another emotionally disturbing corker of a dream

I set the alarm to wake up in enough time to board my flight at 6:39 a.m. However, I thought I'd woken up in enough time to go to class beforehand so I did that, but then I was stuck there and didn't get out until 11 a.m. Somehow I hadn't missed my flight but I had to get all my friends together so that we made it to the airport on time. I was waiting for a friend of mine, sitting on the bench outside of the building in which she lived and Fla.-J walked out.

He was going to walk right by me but he did a double take. At first I pretended not to see him but he back tracked and looked at me, silently asking permission to sit next to me. I scooted over to make room for him.

He knew that I was waiting for my friend and therefore didn't have a lot of time to talk, so he prefaced our conversation by saying something along the lines of, "I know we need to talk about what happened but that's a conversation for another day, when you have the time." Then he continued to tell me how much he's thought about me over the years and how he was in a funk for almost a year after our last conversation; he put on a little weight, he didn't shave, he wore sweatpants in public regularly, etc. He told me that he just couldn't bring himself to do anything, he wasn't motivated in the slightest, because what I'd said to him in our last conversation was so devastatingly true and no one had ever had the guts to tell him what I did previously. My eyes started to fill with tears because I'd never known how much I affected him - he never really opened himself up to me. He then said, "How did you phrase it again?... 'Don't talk to me until...'" I spoke up, then, saying, "I said, 'When you can think of just one time that you ever thought of anyone else, one time that you ever thought of me, before thinking of yourself, you just let me know.' And then I never heard from you again."

He smiled a bitter smile as we both recalled our tumultuous past. I looked into the lobby of the building then and I could see my friend stopped dead in her tracks staring at me talking to Fla.-J (not really clear on whether or not she knew that he lived in her same building). I stood up slowly and he looked at me with sad eyes. "I have to leave," I said. He leaned his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground, and said, "I know you do." He looked back up and me and when I saw the sadness and the longing in his eyes I could feel my heart breaking all over again.

I turned away as my friend walked outside. Fla.-J stood up and grabbed my hand; I turned back to him one last time and started to cry. Reluctantly, he let my hand go and I walked backwards a few steps, looking at him for the last time. I turned around and walked away with my friend.